Bianca zeit

Sometimes time slipped through my hands,
Sometimes it just didn't want to go away. But time heals many wounds.
And in some difficult hours
I dreamed of going back to time turn, because...
Time, time, where is the time?
Time, time, when will the time come?
Who knows what will happen next?
Who knows where the wind will take me.
Tell me, where are you?
Time, time, what else is coming to me in this time?
I have prayed for a bit of happiness
And cried for the lost time.
But there was one question
No one here could tell me the answer:
Can we be happy in peace ? No!
Time, time, where is the time?
Time, time, when is it time?
Where will I be tomorrow?
I will be in the end alone
And where are you?
How fast time flies.
How fast the wind turns.
Who knows what else will happen,
Who knows where the wind guides me.
Tell me where are you.
Time, time, the way is long too
I just need a little time for that.